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Crazy Things
Date: 11/12/2015, Categories: Taboo Author: plo90
... put in segregation. Anyway the letter finally shows up and he's calms down even though it was a 'Dear John Letter.' "He was happy his wife was divorcing him?" I asked confused. Greg shook his "No, he was happy because he got a letter." "I think I understand. So what have you been looking forward too?" He grinned from ear to ear, "My conjugal visit with Melissa. I get my first conjugal visit tomorrow; it's what has kept me going. If I didn't have that to look forward too I think I would have gone crazy a long time ago." I frowned and looked down at the scuff marks on the table. I knew my news would be devastating. I looked at Greg hoping he couldn't read my mind. I said, "Is sex so important to you?" He squeezed my hand, "I know you never have liked Melissa but I'm a man and she is an extra sexy woman. You've probably heard she's gone back to dancing, which I'm not crazy about but I understand. She can make good money doing it." "Oh I've heard," I venomously interrupted. "Mother!" Greg snapped. "Try to understand, I love her, she has a way of making me feel like I'm the only man in the world. I know she's manipulative, but I did what I did because I chose to, not because she made me. Love will make you do some crazy things. I can hardly wait for tomorrow." I studied the intensity of his face and said, "I see..." This time he interrupted me. "It's more than just the physical aspect of sex. ...
... Although, it is great the way Melissa can make me curl my toes. Just as important is the emotional intimacy of sex. The feeling that despite everything I'm still loved by her. Do you understand, Mom?" "Yes, I understand." I wiped a tear that trickled down my cheek. "What's wrong, Mom, don't be like this, Melissa is not as bad as you think." I couldn't tell him his wife had left him. I couldn't break his heart by telling him she had gone to Alaska on a striptease tour. I couldn't shatter his hope by telling him his wife wouldn't be coming to see him tomorrow. I simply said, "I'm sorry Greg, it just makes me sad that you are in this place." Greg nodded, "I know. I'm ashamed of what I've put you through. I'm sorry." The guard signaled it was time to leave. Greg rose from his seat, kissed me on the cheek and shuffled out the room. I left and soon passed through the prison back into the desert heat. I was sweating profusely by the time the city bus arrived. I called my husband on the way back to the city. I looked out the bus window; the barren landscape matched my bitter mood. Alex's receptionist answered the phone and I said, "Hello, I'd like to talk to Dr. Agnew, please. It's his wife." "Sure, Mrs. Agnew, you're in luck he's in-between patients." Alex said, "Hello. How's Greg? How did it go?" Tears streamed down my face and I sniffled, "Terrible, it was just terrible. Greg is really looking forward to Melissa's visit ...